The great green galaxy of Akhdar is home to death and destruction, for that is where the best homes are found and made, and where families thrive.
That may not make much sense at first, but it's true. Look at the planet Gonagon where they live; it has no wars and no conflicts, its people prefer not to cause any ruckus or trouble, no diseases or predators exist, the average lifespan of the dominant species is two hundred years, and there is no hatred or ill will towards its residents. They all love each other and visit one another in times of comfort and company. Death and destruction were the people who visited others the most, due to their adoration of company and camaraderie. They had a specific calendar for each visit they had to pay their neighbors. Both would visit Mr. and Mrs. Heatstone on Sunday, death has tea with Mr. Forestgreen on Mondays, destruction makes cake for Mrs. Skyhigh on Tuesdays, death helps old Mrs. Spacering with her house's decorations on Wednesdays, and destruction aids with good old Mr. Beyondlifeson's garden on Thursdays. They were well-versed in the neighbors' issues and knew how to solve them, which helped build their lovely reputation.
They were the most respected people in the planet they we're on, celebrities even. And knew how to start an interesting talk. They loved everything about the people and their homes. And their lives.
Such a shame they have to destroy the galaxy today.
Did you think it would remain peaceful? No good story starts without a few bits of problems.
Yellow dragons began to leave the green galaxy, for it will soon all turn to dust.
It sparkled wildly, shrinking and growing, twitching repeatedly. After the tenth twitch, it finally happened: it exploded unexpectedly in a massive burst of colors. The magnificent green galaxy was ultimately silenced, reduced to mere space dust.
Now, I've kept things a bit fast so far, but don't expect that to last. Things will be slow at times, fast at others, fun for a while, and then serious separately.
From now on, I will narrate slowly, but do not expect my style to be static.
From the dusty remains emerged a titanic spacecraft with numerous flashing cannons and guns, each a massive titan in its own right. A flag adorned the top of its foremast, featuring a Jolly Roger at the center, shaped like a dragon's skull, alongside a statue of a figure with a well-built human-like abdomen and an elfish head. A dwarven-like hair and beard, a merman's fish legs, and Icarus wings on its back, standing on the front of the ship's bow and stem.
Inside the ship was a very strange-looking person who held a dagger in their hands, fidgeting and spinning it swiftly at the speed that blurs vision. They wore a black cloak with tons and I mean tons of spikes and shards on it. They also had a black mask with a spiraled design, covering all but his devilish, piercing, blood-red left eye. He stared passionately at the other side of the debris.
From the other side came a flash of light.
One with so much might and so much bright.
One with very little given care from the masked man.
As if he knew it was coming, and he was about it, deadpan.
It was a gigantic green dragon with shiny metallic wings that flapped vigorously, as you may imagine them. Sharp gold teeth, and long brown horns that held what was once leaves. With some claws that cut through the moons apart. And what was once violet irises now turned blue due to reaching maturity. With great muscles on its arms and legs, and back.
On the back stood a tall figure, a hero. They had a very powerful presence. A heavy, bright presence. And a hopeful one too. The hero had a flowing yellow cape and a five-pointed star mask covering his eyes, but not his mouth. They had a belt, colored green, that held a device of sorts, which looked like a handle of an ancient metal sword but with a modern twist. They were the hero in green.
For a while, the hero in green looked and searched for his enemy in black, who was the masked figure we've talked about earlier. They sought them from the dust and debris until they finally located the spacecraft they owned from afar.
The two knew of each other's capabilities, and while one led with hope, the other led with fear. One walked the path of the stars, the other the path of sacrifice. The enemy in black thought the following thoughts.
"I will stomp you out of time and space, you will be nothing, less than a memory."
Somehow, the hero knew what he was thinking; he could feel it in his essence, so he thought the following thoughts too.
"Throughout heaven and earth, those who side with me are the honored ones, my cosmic cousins beyond the limiters of life and the material world will support and aid me."
They both stood high, proud, and mighty. Both also looked in each other's direction for so, so long. About a few minutes or so. They raise their hands in an upward direction. And then swiftly put them down in light-bending speed and a major cut, and thus the battle has begun.
From now on, I will tell things quickly.
The ships fired their cannons and their guns. The dragons breathed destruction upon the spacecrafts. Wonder how both seemed equally even. And wonder about who will win this duel.
From his pocket the enemy in black brought a blaster, it made a unique sound as he cocks the shaft at the end of the gun,
VRAMPAM!!!
The hero in green anticipates the incoming future attack. The enemy aims the blaster. Pulls the trigger. And plasma is ejected. The hero sees it coming. Effortlessly dodged. And stands confidently. His cape flowed. Despite the lack of breeze. Or wind in the void-ridden space.
He pulls out his blaster. Pulling the trigger, too. They want to end one another. They keep dodging and evading. Dodging and evading. Dodging and evading.
The dance of fire and light beams was evocative. Triggering a strong feeling of the vastness of the universe and how galaxy-destroying events and battles are mere battles and conflicts to some individuals.
This paints a picture of how things contrast. Largeness and smallness. Light and dark. Day and night. Surrealism and mundanity. Free will and fate, powerlessness and might. All topics that we will discuss throughout our tales. Anyways, the dragon and spacecraft kept firing and attacking each other till they were gathering the attention of two familiar neutral parties.
"Who do you think will win, honey?" said a chilling yet comforting voice.
"I do not know, dear. But I lean towards the one in colorful colors and with the cape." Said a profound and roaring voice.
The voices just so happen to be destruction and death, respectively.
Destruction had a very dark blue colored cloak with a hood. She has long, high heels shaped like Greek statues of the thinker. She also held a scythe that belonged to death that he nearly forgot to get; luckily, his wife has always had a better memory than him.
"And why is that, honey?" she turned around.
Death took back his scythe and folded it to put it in his pocket. He also had a hood and cloak; this one was much longer, covering his feet and toes. You cannot see him, but he is wiggling his skeletal, bony toes. He watched the scenery with his pitch-black eyes.
"Well, you know how I usually treat villains, dear." He responded.
"Right, I never forgot though…" Said her, "…I lean towards the one in black cloak and mask. He seems to be using technology, and I tend to be less active with people like him compared to the other one's kin."
Death laughs and says, "Thou shalt get smart." Destruction laughs with him. She feels comfort in her husband's embrace. She feels happiness that she could sing for, which wasn't a bad idea in itself. She felt like singing in this disastrous battle. Ironically beautiful, one would say.
It was a perfect opportunity to showcase her singing talents to you who are reading this.
She then started singing using her smooth, soothing voice.
From the depths of heaven and hell.
Came a battle of many legends to tell.
For the heroes of light and villains of dark.
Inspiring millions with its mighty mark.
Is this right or is it wrong?
To seek which side we should root for and belong.
Is it the one with hope? Or one with despair?
The one with magic? Or the one with science to spare?
Let us see who will reign supreme.
To answer the question that will not escape our dreams.
I will now tell things slowly again.
Death couldn't get tired of his wife's beautiful singing. He could feel the love of things made with science, with teamwork, and with magic. He could feel the love of heroism and villainy. He was temporarily transported to a place filled with heroes and villains. A place unlike the galaxy they called home, one filled with destruction and death. A place they would go to regularly and usually. Where they witnessed wars, battles, diseases, and predatory animals. Where they remembered the various families and friendships affected by them. Something you who is reading this would later hear and see ourselves in your time with me. But for a while. He started vanishing out of his imagination. He was death, who lived in the former green galaxy again.
The battle between the hero in green and his enemy in black continued. Continued being more vicious and deadly. They soon shot each other at the speed that bent light. Which caused them to flow downward and eastwards. Towards a nearby planet that had rings all around it.
"I think we should follow them, don't you think not, dear?" asked Death.
"I thought that as well, we'd better do it quickly before any of them don't last so well." Answered destruction.
They soon flew in shock-creating speed after the hero and the enemy. They both flew through space toward the planet's atmosphere, air spiraling around them like a bullet. They finally reached the planet's ground and decided to look for the hero in green and his enemy in black.
Death went eastward and southward, while destruction searched westward and northward; the running of their feet was quick, making no sounds at all. Death ran faster than his wife. His feet were light and swift. He made sure to inspect the surroundings where he ran to find any form of conflict or signs for the, then he heard a noise, some sort of rumbling, he stopped and looked around the forest that he was deep in, everything looked dark and gloomy for the sun was setting and changing location. He looked at the trees to find the direction of the ground-stomping sound he heard. he looked in the direction of the west, and the forest began to dim.
He then looked in the direction of the east, and he saw the tall grass moving inconspicuously and heard that same sound again. He came closer and closer towards the sound and saw the body of a large lizard-like creature with horns on its head and some form of beak it had, he looked up to see an open ribcage with red liquid flowing from it. Sensing his presence, an even larger creature announced its appearance. It had long and strong legs, short but sharp clawed arms, and a skull akin to that of a crocodile or alligator. It saw him and merely stared, then came back to just eating its meal; it wasn't bothered by him or anything, and it also wouldn't leave its prize and go hunt him. He was much smaller and much more dangerous than the meal it had; it wouldn't be wise to leave it for him.
Destruction, on the other hand, found herself in a desert with a few oasises here and there. She saw a bunch of creatures all walking with four legs and tremendously long necks. The necks that nearly reached the skies. The legs that lifted them higher than mountains and mightier than earthquakes.
She didn't feel like forsaking this quite amazing view. If she did, it would agonize her heart and mind. She just kept following the creatures across the plains and ranges. Keeping herself by their side in order to see how they would try to eat. The herd stopped, and the leader leaned his neck to the ground, consuming some of the grass there, the earth giving them blessings and goods. Destruction felt comfort and coziness she had never felt before, even during her time in the galaxy that was once formerly there. She felt like they were her children, and she wanted to take good care of them.
But she remembered something, her husband was searching for the hero in green and the enemy in black. Therefore, she had to leave that magnificent sight of grand creatures behind. She stayed for a few seconds, looking at them for a mere moment before saying her farewells, which she then left them and went south and eastwards. She tried to find some sort of beacon to find her lovely husband, but she didn't. Therefore, she stayed still, waiting, using patience to her heart. She closed her eyes and went deep into her mental essence, and sparks of colors appeared in her mind to be able to find the love of her life.
Then it happened. She felt it, a familiar presence of a figure she knew, along with other larger presences, she felt it strongly, and locked into the direction of the force, as she opened her eyes, she now looked at the direction with clear vision and ran towards it to find the aura of her husband's power. She went there and then until she would find him, the air around her forming a bullet of sorts. And making a loud noise like a drum breaking apart from the sheer power of her pace.
Now, back to the fast ways of telling a story.
She finally found her husband near a creature of an unfamiliar shape and size. Although she felt some aggressiveness from it.
She looked at it closer, the creature was carnivorous as seen by it eating the meat of the other creature.
But behind it were smaller, tinier versions of itself. It was carrying food from its mouth and letting the smaller ones take it; it was obvious it cared about them. In the middle of the feeding. she came and stood beside her husband. They felt comfortable watching the scenery, but soon heard the sound and felt the shock of a mighty impact. The hero in green and the enemy in black had arrived.